I wouldn't fit through the door.
When it's ajar.
Hubs: With the door locked. Me: She means how do we manage...but yeah.
Jill: I don't know. Janet: I'm glad I didn't send you to pick up my birthday cake!
It's School of ro- *sigh* nevermind.
A new bus.
Twin. Because the husband has to sleep on the couch.
You take the f out of way. say it out loud if you don't get it